Chapter 7
Lily
L ionel bangs open the front door to the mansion.
“Daddy, is everything okay?” I ask, looking up from my book on the couch. “What’s wrong? Why did you slam the door?”
The massive man stalks over, his strides eating up the distance between us. Then, the handsome man presses a kiss to my lips before putting a finger beneath my chin and tipping it up to look at him.
“Sweetheart, you’re not dressed,” he grinds out.
“What do you mean?” I ask in an innocent tone, blinking big brown eyes at the handsome man. My stepfather frowns.
“My friends are coming over. Remember? For the bowling party. Sweetheart, Scott, Cross, and Barrett are going to be here in twenty minutes or so. Did you forget?” he asks in a dumbstruck voice. “I thought this was a major event that we’ve been planning for a while now.”
I giggle because the situation is hilarious. Gently, I pat the couch beside me, indicating to the big man to take a seat.
“No, of course I haven’t forgotten, Daddy. I’ve been looking forward to meeting your friends for ages now. Today is the big day and I’ve been preparing, don’t worry. But I had some questions for you, and I wanted to ask them before your buddies arrive.”
Lionel folds his tall form onto the couch beside me, fixing me with those blue eyes.
“Shoot, sweetheart. But I thought we got everything out when we spoke last time.”
I shake my head slowly.
“No, something new cropped up, Daddy.”
Lionel’s gaze immediately goes wary.
“What is it, Lils? You know you can tell me anything.”
I stare at the handsome man, losing my train of thought for a moment, because even dressed in casual clothes, Lionel is gorgeous .
He’s got a blue cashmere sweater on, paired with dark jeans and dark shoes.
His black hair is brushed in a wave off of his high forehead, and his chiseled profile is as harsh and unrelenting as ever.
Still, I’m not afraid of Daddy because it’s his job to look out for me, and I know Lionel will do everything in his power to protect me and keep me safe.
So with a smile, I turn to him while clasping my hands demurely in my lap.
“Well, I wanted to review our birth control options for tonight.”
Lionel’s blue eyes flash.
“You’re on birth control, Lily. It’s important when fucking three men. You told me you were on the pill the last time we talked.”
I hold a hand up, my features suddenly serious.
“Yes, but Daddy, things change. I went to the gynecologist recently, and he took me off my old medication. It was giving me cramps, and making me feel bloated and gross, so the doc prescribed a new one in its place. But the problem is I don’t start the new one right away – it starts next Monday, which means that I’m potentially fertile right now. ”
Sheer panic washes over Lionel’s handsome features and then he jumps up from the couch.
“I’ll call them and tell them the party’s off,” he growls in a rush. “Where’s my phone? Fuck.”
“No, no,” I say, pulling at his arm. “We can work something out. Let’s not act hastily.”
Lionel turns and looks down at me, his blue eyes glinting with disbelief.
“ Work something out ?” he repeats. “Are you insane, Lil? There’s no way you’ll be at the party tonight if you’re not on birth control.
Honey, let me be straight with you: this is a gang bang and Scott, Cross, and Barrett are very virile men.
They’re in their forties, but believe you me, a man’s virility doesn’t decline at this age.
It takes until eighty or so, and even at that age, men have fathered children.
No. No way. You won’t be attending the party tonight,” he finishes in a flat statement.
But I won’t give up. I tug at his big hand, and succeed in urging him to sit once again.
“No, it’s fine,” I say in a soft voice. “We’ll use other forms of birth control, okay? Would that work?”
“Like a diaphragm?” Lionel practically spits, his handsome features twisted with rage. “Those are total bullshit, Lils. You know that. And spermicide is no match for the sperm of three men. You’ll be knocked up within minutes if this party goes through.”
I take a deep breath because obviously, the man of the house is riled up. But I remind myself it’s because Lionel cares about me, and wants to be sure I’m protected. That’s the cause of the angry bear act.
“Calm down, Daddy. I’m not suggesting we go bareback or use diaphragms. I just thought we could go a more traditional route,” I murmur.
Lionel’s black brows shoot up.
“Meaning...?”
“Condoms,” I say in a firm tone. “People use them all the time, and they prevent almost one hundred percent of pregnancies if used correctly.”
Lionel stares at me, his black brows beetling together with disgust.
“You must be fucking kidding me.”
“No, I’m not,” I say in a soft voice. “Why?”
He lets out an outraged snort.
“Those fuckers aren’t going to use condoms! Scott, Cross and Barrett haven’t used condoms in thirty years, and they’re not going to start now. Hell, it’s possible that dipshit Cross has never used a rubber in his life.”
That statement takes me by surprise.
“But how did you guys avoid pregnancy then? Getting a girl, pregnant, I mean.”
Lionel stares at me, his gaze harsh.
“You really want to know?”
Realization crosses my mind.
“You did anal,” I breathe softly. “All the time.”
My stepfather’s nod is harsh and swift.
“Yes, exactly. Keep in mind that this took place when we were young men. Back then, the girls were young. Too young. Sometimes so young that they’d never been to a gynecologist before, so they didn’t necessarily even have access to birth control.
So yeah, there was a span of years where we fucked a lot of female rear ends, and sweetheart, I’ll say it: it was fucking fantastic.
But the girls got older, we got older, and we became more sophisticated.
The pill solved our anal problem, if it was ever a ‘problem’ to begin with. ”
I nod slowly, taking in this revelation.
“So your friends have never used rubbers in the past.”
Lionel shrugs his broad shoulders.
“I can’t say for sure because I’m not always in the bedroom with them. But the times I have been in the bedroom with them, condoms were not present,” he states flatly. “At least, not from what I saw.”
I pause, taking in this new information.
“But do you think they’d be open to using condoms tonight?
” I ask in a meek tone. “I mean, it’s my plan and I don’t really have any other ideas,” I confess in a small voice while pulling out two boxes of rubbers from behind a sofa cushion.
One is a box of Magnum XLs, and the other is a Durex pre-lubed style.
Both look woefully lame, and no match for the likes of three alpha males.
Lionel squints at my offerings, shaking his head.
“No, that shit won’t work,” he reiterates in a flat tone. “I’ll call my buddies to cancel.”
“Wait, wait, I think I can persuade them to use condoms,” I say in a rushed voice. “No need to call off the party!”
“Really,” my stepfather drawls, turning back to me with a skeptical look on his handsome features. “How so? Like I said, I don’t think those fuckers have touched a condom in thirty years, if ever. If you can get them to even acknowledge the rubbers, I’ll be surprised.”
I take a deep breath before summoning my courage.
Then, I undo the front of my dress, letting the gauzy material float to the seat of the couch.
I’m nude underneath, and my big breasts reveal themselves, the orbs creamy and large.
My pink nipples are already hard, and my white thighs come into view as I kick the rest of the fabric away.
As usual whenever I’m around my stepfather, my pussy slit is moist and swollen, and my asshole tingles a bit, as if in anticipation of what’s to come.
“Because of this,” I say, cupping my full breasts in both hands and holding them out to Lionel. The huge man can’t resist, and he leans forward to lick one nipple, and then the other, before backing up.
“You’re beautiful and gorgeous, princess, as always. But that doesn’t mean that these guys are going to use condoms. If anything, upon seeing all this sexy womanflesh, they’re going to be even more determined not to use condoms.”
But my eyes flash with determination because I desperately want the party to happen, and I’m not going to give up.
“Leave it to me, Daddy,” is my purr. “You’ll see what I can do because I’m capable of anything when it comes to men.”
Lionel’s blue eyes flash.
“That you are,” he acknowledges in a low growl. “Care to share what you have in mind, sweetheart? I am your Daddy, after all, and it’s my job to look out for you. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Then, with a giggle, the action begins.